Blackfeather Woods Keeping up with everything

Which wolf? What did she look like? Fuck, if it was one of the two that had accosted her. . . Moonshadow and her brood were lucky to get away safe. Even with that, Maegi wasn't overly fond of reminding the Redhawks of their continued presence.

Couldn't everyone just, you know, forget? Not necessarily forgive. . .but at least push it aside for more pressing matters?

She let out a sigh that was the twin of Moonshadow's, except more irritated, rather than relieved. Still, her eyes softened as she stared at her friend, the tension in her shoulders easing somewhat. I'm glad you are home safe, she murmured sincerely.

And I'm sorry your children are having problems with the others, she added, then gave Moonshadow a wry look. Granted, if they're starting fights, they should know how to finish them. But no one should be saying things like that to any pup here. We all belong—all of us. You're more Blackfeather than those who have just come and gone since you first got here.

And, by default, so were the woman's pups. Until they chose to abandon the woods (she fervently hoped they wouldn't) they were children of the dark forest. They belonged.